THE ANGEL OF THE CREATOR
Chapter 100

Now time goes by so fast, it does not feel the age of the baby entering the sixth year . They grow so adorable, almost everyone who sees them will be eager to pinch their puffed cheeks and good looks.

Ansel Arsalaan, will usually be called brother. His nature dominates the mommy, but his soul is like his daddy. The second is Arick Arsalaan, no one can distinguish the true nature of him and also the daddy.

" Sister, are you ready, son?" Kiya enters the firstborn's room, to make sure that she is ready for school.

" Yes mom, you're ready." Ansel immediately grabbed her bag and approached Kiya.

" Thank God, we go to Arick's room first." Kiya took Ansel's hand and walked towards her second son's room.

When the door of the room was opened, it was an amazing sight. Making Kiya shake her head and smile, she asked Ansel to head to the dining table first.

" Sister first yes, daddy's waiting for breakfast. Mommy's coming, okay, baby."

" Okay mom." Ansel walked lazily towards the dining table.

Azzam who had been there first, by enjoying a cup of warm tea and seeing some incoming emails using his cellphone. Seeing his eldest son come alone and with a face so sour and bent, he put down his phone.

" Ansel, what's up, son?" Greeting his eldest son who was still silent.

There was no response from the prince, he just kept silent with his cold nature. Like a betel nut halved with himself, Azzam just smiled crisply looking at him. Only mommy could conquer the heart of the prince, even though Azzam had persuaded him. That's not gonna work.

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Seeing that Ansel had passed, Kiya entered her second son's room. As soon as he entered his room, it was still visible that the little body was curled up under the blanket.

" Arick, wake up, son. You'll be late for school, baby." Kiya made a sound while opening the curtains of the room.

" Fuck, mom! It's still early." Arick refused to wake up.

" Akh, no! All right, mommy won." With a lot of whining, Arick still runs what his mommy says.

Waiting for Arick to be ready, Kiya slightly cleaned the room of the prince. Because both sons do not want if the room is touched by someone else, other than his mommy. Even the daddy will get nagged on them, if they dare to enter their room secretly. After a few minutes, Arick was finally ready and they soon joined the others.

" Sister, why haven't you had breakfast, son?" When he arrived at the dinner table, Kiya saw that the prince had not touched anything.

" A, baby! Why do they get your attention, make daddy jealous." Azzam gave his protest to his wife.

" Iii, daddy's just like a kid." Arick denounced the words of Azzam.

" If daddy was like a kid, you wouldn't have a boy." Azzam coldly replied to Arick.

" Of course, it is not good to speak like that in front of the available sustenance. Come on bang, breakfast eaten. " Kiya also accompanied the three men to breakfast with a happy feeling.

Azzam and Arick were still throwing very sharp glances at each other, the two of them would always fight to get the attention of Kiya. But not for Ansel, he will always be the attention of the mommy. Because they both have the same nature, but not for his soul.

Finished with his breakfast, Kiya will send his two sons to school and Azzam will go to the office. They went to her vehicle, when they were going to say goodbye to her husband. Kiya is held back by Azzam's jealous attitude.

" God, shame on the kids." Kiya blushed as Azzam hugged her.

" Why be ashamed, you pay more attention to the children. " Azzam intensified his embrace, and occasionally he showered Kiya with his kiss.

" Mad, mas. So the story is jealous, just like the child himself is jealous. You even get more attention at night, still less yes." Kiya pinched the husband's checkered stomach.

" Hahaha, you're always right baby." Azzam laughed triumphantly.

" Acc!!"